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Surviving in an RPG Maker Horror Game Chapter 10: Jin Dayeon

Chapter 10: Jin Dayeon

‘It’s‍‍⁠ a person.’

I hid behind the‌ bookshelf and observed‌ her movements.

The⁠​‍ student was quietly​​ seated at a table, reading a book. Did she⁠ even realize the‌‍ state the school⁠ was in right​​‌ now?

There‍‌‌ was a crazed‍ guard roaming the⁠‍‌ first floor. Most​‍⁠ people were either‍‍ hiding or running‍ in fear—just like‌‌‍ me.

But​⁠ she read as​‍ if none of⁠⁠‌ this was frightening.‌‌⁠ What could she​‌ possibly be thinking?‍

As‍ I watched her‌‌‌ from behind the‌‌⁠ shelf, I caught‌‌ a glimpse of⁠​‍ her face. Black‌⁠‍ hair with a bluish sheen and‌ sharp eyes. Her​ whole appearance reminded‌ me of a feisty cat.

Suddenly,​⁠​ it hit me.​

‘Ah.’⁠‍‍

I remembered. She was​‍ the same girl‌‌ who had been​⁠ watching me from​ the art room⁠‍ window.

Back‍‌ then, she seemed‍⁠ so unreal I thought she was​‌ part of a painting. Now, seeing‍​‍ her moving so⁠‌​ normally—it felt a bit surreal.

‘So⁠⁠ she was here.’​​‌

She’d‍ vanished from the⁠ hallway on the​‍ fourth floor, and‍ I’d wondered where‍​ she’d gone. Turns​ out, she was‌ right next to‍ the art room.⁠

As​⁠ I kept watching⁠ her, something dawned‌‍ on me. Why‍ was I even⁠⁠ doing this?

Once‍ I realized the‍ presence I’d felt⁠ upon entering the‍‌ library wasn’t a ghost but a person, I had⁠‍‍ no reason to⁠‌​ stay hidden.

But‍⁠​ for some reason,‌ I hesitated. It⁠​‌ was like an‌⁠‌ impenetrable, strange atmosphere⁠‌ surrounded her.

I looked closer. Her​ pale, slender fingers‌⁠ flipped through the​​​ pages. She was​​⁠ clearly reading a book, but her‌ expression was completely‍ blank.

Emotionless.‌⁠ No smile, no‌ interest in her‍‍ eyes. More than‍​​ reading, it seemed⁠‌ like she was​​ forcing herself to‌ memorize the characters.‍​

That​ was how indifferent⁠‌‌ her face was.​​‍ So why was‍ she even reading?​⁠

Just​‍ as I thought‍ that…

“…How⁠ boring.”

She‍​ closed the book‌‍⁠ she was reading⁠​‌ and let out‌‍ a soft sigh.‌

Even‌​‌ then, her expression‍​ remained rigid. She‌ must have found‌‍‌ it incredibly uninteresting.‌‍‍

Tap.​‍‌

She​⁠ set the book‌ aside. Then, as‍‌​ if waiting for⁠ someone, she glanced⁠‌ at her watch.‍‌ Was she about‍ to leave?

I watched the scene‍‍ silently.

“Why⁠​⁠ don’t you just⁠‍⁠ come out already?”‍​

The​‍‌ girl muttered toward⁠ the wall. But​ it wasn’t a random comment—she was‌‍⁠ clearly talking to⁠‌‍ someone.

‘Is‍ she talking to‌‌ me?’

I flinched. I did⁠ my best to⁠ stay quiet, pretending‌‍ I hadn’t heard⁠‌ anything.

Come‍​ on, no way.‍‌ I’d been hiding​‌‌ the whole time.‌​⁠ There’s no way⁠‌⁠ she could’ve noticed⁠⁠⁠ me.

But⁠ then, her gaze⁠ turned toward my‍​​ hiding spot—straight to⁠ the bookshelf I was behind.

Our‍⁠​ eyes met through‍‍‍ the gaps between‍ the books. There‍ was no mistake.⁠‍‌ Those cold eyes⁠‌ were looking directly⁠⁠‍ at me.

‘Shit…’‍‍

It​ was as chilling⁠‌‌ as running into‌⁠‌ the deranged guard.​ My heart nearly⁠ stopped.

Reluctantly,​‌ I stepped out​ little by little.‌‍⁠

“Uh…‌‌ hi?”

I greeted awkwardly. A strange, sharp embarrassment‍‍ pierced my chest.‍

“…”‍‍‌

She​⁠ stared at me​⁠ without a word.‌‌‌ No reply.

She‍​ just scanned me⁠‌ from head to​ toe with a disapproving look.

‘I’m​ screwed…’

Cold​​‌ sweat dripped from⁠ my forehead. Ten⁠ seconds passed like​‍ ten hours until⁠ she finally spoke.⁠

“I’ve⁠​ been waiting for‍ you.”

“…Me?”​‌⁠

She‍ nodded and continued.​​​

“But‍ you’ve just been‌ hiding there all⁠ this time.”

“Well,‍​ that’s…”

I didn’t know how​ to respond.

“Do‌‌‌ you like spying​​​ on people? Are‌⁠ you a pervert?”‍‍

“No,‌​ it’s not like⁠⁠ that…”

She​​‌ hit me with⁠ that accusation with​‍‌ the same blank‍​‌ expression. I tried​​‍ to explain quickly,‌‌ but she wasn’t‌‍ even listening.

“Let‌ me give you‍⁠‌ some advice.”

She⁠ got up from‌​‍ the chair and⁠⁠ walked over to​⁠​ me with heavy‍‍ steps. Then, firmly‍ pressed her thin‌⁠​ finger against my‍‍⁠ chest.

“If‌ you don’t want⁠​ to die, you’d⁠ better start taking‌ this seriously. This‍⁠⁠ school is no‌‌ place for idiots‍​​ like you.”

She⁠⁠‌ said it with‍ a cold, firm‌ voice. For the​‍ first time, her​‍ face showed an⁠​‍ emotion.

I instinctively knew she⁠⁠ wasn’t saying it‌​ just to sound⁠ cool—she meant every‍​ word.

‘Is⁠ this because it’s​ a game?’

Her​‌‌ words felt like‌ something a character‍ from an RPG‍⁠‍ Maker game would⁠​ say. Just as​‌​ I thought that,‍‍ I felt her​ piercing gaze.

“Are‌ you even listening⁠ to me?”

“…Yeah,‍​ of course.”

She‌​ stared at me​​ with eyes full⁠‍​ of contempt. To‍‌ avoid being judged‌‍​ any further, I looked away.

That’s​‌ when I saw‍‌​ her name tag​​ on her uniform.⁠⁠

I read what it⁠ said.

“…Jin‍ Dayeon?”

The⁠‍ name was familiar.⁠ It was the‍⁠​ same name I’d​ found on the‍ flute and the‌‍⁠ gym uniform earlier.​

Which​‍ meant—

“Yes,​‍‍ that’s my name.”‍‍‍

Dayeon‌​‍ replied indifferently. Her‍ expression was just⁠ as blank as⁠⁠⁠ ever.

She​⁠ didn’t seem interested‌⁠ in talking to​ me any longer.⁠‌‍

“Wait⁠ a second.”

“What,‍​ got something to⁠ say?”

Of‌​ course I did.‌⁠​ Honestly, I had‍⁠ a ton of‌ questions. But I’d‌ been stammering like‌ a fool the‌ whole time, overwhelmed​‌⁠ by Dayeon’s intense‍⁠⁠ presence.

Just⁠ as I finally​​ worked up the⁠‍‍ nerve to ask‍​ what was going⁠‌ on—

Flash!‌

[1.​‌⁠ What’s going on‍​ in this school?]‌‍

[2.​‌ Who are you,‍ really?]

Two​⁠‌ choices appeared.

No‍⁠ need to guess⁠​⁠ why. Even the‍ questions had to‌⁠​ be asked RPG‌‍ Maker style?

I picked the first⁠‌‌ one.

“What’s​ going on in‌ this school?”

“I​ don’t know if‍​ I’d say something‍⁠ ‘happened’… it’s more‌‍​ like, it’s always‍‍​ been this way.”⁠‍⁠

Dayeon⁠⁠​ answered matter-of-factly. But‌ what she said‍‌ was shocking.

“This‌ school transforms like⁠ this every single​​ night. 365 days‍⁠ a year.”

“…What?”‌

“Don’t‍⁠‌ ask why. Even⁠ if I explained,‌‌ you wouldn’t understand.”‌

Her⁠‍ nonsensical answer left‍ my head in​ a mess. Dayeon⁠ shut her mouth⁠‍ without adding anything‍‍ else.

No​⁠‍ matter what I asked her, she​ clearly had no‍‌‌ intention of giving‌​​ more information.

I had no other​ choice. That was​⁠ all I could‌ get about the‍‌‍ school. So I immediately moved on⁠​ to the next⁠ question.

Flash!⁠

[1.​⁠​ What’s going on⁠‍‍ in this school?]​‌

[2.​‍‌ Who are you⁠⁠ really?]

I chose option 2.‍⁠‌

“Who‌⁠ are you really?”⁠

“That’s‌‍‌ a secret.”

Dayeon‍ brought her index​‌ finger to her‌​ lips. This time,‌⁠ her attitude was​⁠ more assertive.

“But‌⁠‍ don’t worry. I don’t intend to‌‌ harm you.”

She‍​ whispered as if‌⁠ trying to reassure⁠‍ me. Her breath⁠‌ brushed my ear.​⁠⁠

Chills⁠ ran down my​ spine. I instinctively⁠‍‍ stepped back.

“You‍​‍ think that’s going‌⁠ to impress me?”‌

“I⁠‌‌ thought you’d like‍‍ it.”

“And‌ why would I?”‍⁠

“Because⁠ you’re a pervert.”​‍⁠

“…I’m⁠ not.”

We⁠ continued with pointless‌​ back-and-forth. But we‌‍ weren’t getting anywhere.⁠ I still didn’t‌ know who she‌​ was, so I couldn’t let my‌ guard down.

“Don’t⁠ look at me⁠ like that.”

“And‍⁠‌ how should I look at you?⁠⁠ How do I know you’re not​​ up to something?”‍​‌

“Well…⁠⁠ I suppose you⁠ could think that.”‌‌​

Dayeon⁠‌ muttered cryptically.

“I’m⁠​ not up to‍‌⁠ anything. In fact,‌ I’m the one⁠ who needs your‌‍‌ help.”

“You⁠‍ need my help?”‌⁠​

“Yes.”‌‍

She⁠‌ answered with no​⁠ expression.

With​ that emotionless face,‌ I couldn’t tell‍​ if she was‍‍⁠ being serious or​ not.

“But⁠‍⁠ I don’t have​‍ any proof of​ that.”

“Proof,⁠​ huh…?”

Dayeon‌‌ rested her chin‍‍ on her hand,​‌ thinking. After a moment, as if‌‍ she remembered something,‌ she rolled up​ her sleeve.

“Will​​ this do?”

Suddenly,‍​​ she showed me​ her wrist. On‌​⁠ her pale skin‍​​ were dozens of⁠ clearly defined red‍‌​ marks.

‘What‌ the hell…?’

…They​​‍ were self-inflicted scars.‍‍‍ Horrible wounds. How‍‌​ many times had​​ she hurt herself⁠ to end up⁠​ like this?

The‌⁠‍ scars ran from​‍ her wrist up⁠ her arm. It​ was nearly impossible⁠⁠⁠ to look at.‌⁠

“Do‌‍ you feel like​‍⁠ talking now?”

“You…”‍​

“I’m​‌⁠ also trapped in‌​ this school. For‍‌ ten years.”

Dayeon⁠ raised both hands⁠‍ to show the‍‍​ number ten with⁠ her fingers. Looking‌ closely, her other‍​‍ hand had scars⁠ just as severe.⁠​‌

I didn’t know what‌ to say. She​ simply shrugged like⁠ it was nothing.‍⁠

“If​‍‍ you want, I can show you‍⁠‌ plenty more proof.”⁠⁠

She⁠‍ said, extending her‌‌ hands toward me.‌‍ I frowned instinctively.‍​‌

“That’s‍‍‌ enough. Put them‍‍ down.”

I grabbed her arms‍⁠ and moved them‍​‍ aside. Only then​​ did the scars‌‌​ disappear from view.​‌

“What’s‌​​ wrong? Does it​ scare you?”

“And‌‍ what if it‌ does?”

Until‌ just a moment​​ ago, her face‌‌ had shown no‍‌ emotion, but now⁠​ she wore a slight smile. It⁠⁠ gave off a dangerous vibe—like someone‍⁠ I shouldn’t get‌‌ involved with.

“Once⁠ you’re trapped in‌ this school, you‌‍​ can’t even die⁠‍ even if you‍‌⁠ want to. You’re‌⁠ doomed to live‌⁠ forever.”

The‍​ countless scars on​ her arms were⁠⁠ more than enough‌‍ proof. Her words‌ were clearly true.​‍
But in my⁠ case, when I die, I go‍‌ back to just‍ before it happens.‍‍

It‍‍ seemed that wasn’t‌‍ the case for⁠‍​ Dayeon. She hadn’t‍ experienced death.

“Do⁠‍ you want to‌‌⁠ stay trapped in‍ this school forever‌⁠ like me?”

“Not‌⁠ a chance.”

“Then⁠ help me.”

A statement that left‌ no room for​ argument. More than⁠ a request, it⁠ sounded almost like‌​ a command. I immediately felt reluctant.⁠

“And​ why should I?”​‌

“Well,⁠ there are many‍ reasons, but to​​ put it simply—your​​⁠ goal and mine‌‌ are the same.”​​

“Escaping‌ the school?”

Dayeon‌ nodded and began​ to explain.

“You’re‍​‌ the first person‍ to enter this‍‌ school in ten‌⁠⁠ years.”

“And⁠‍⁠ that’s why you​ want to escape‍ with me?”

“Exactly.⁠​⁠ On your own,⁠‌​ you won’t be​‍‌ able to get​⁠‍ out. Neither will​‍ I. That’s why⁠‌ I’m saying we‌‌ should join forces.”⁠

Dayeon​ pressed her palms​ together. She wanted⁠⁠‌ to convey that‌‍ we should cooperate,‍‍ but I wasn’t‌​​ entirely convinced.

Between‌‍ her wrists, the⁠ scattered scars peeked‌ through. They still​ looked horrifying to‍‌‍ me.

‘She‍​ said ten years…‌ it must be⁠⁠‌ true.’

I could vaguely understand‌‍‍ why Dayeon always⁠ wore that blank⁠​​ expression. After spending‌‍‍ ten years in​‌‍ this cursed school,⁠ maybe I’d end‌​‌ up the same.‍‍⁠

“If⁠​ you’re ready, follow​​ me. There’s something​ I want to​‌⁠ show you.”

Dayeon⁠‌ began walking without‌​ even waiting for​‌​ my response. What​‌⁠ should I do?⁠

I wasn’t sure if⁠⁠ I should completely⁠ trust her.

‘Either⁠‍⁠ way, I’ve got‌‍‌ nothing to lose.’‌‌⁠

In​​‌ this situation, I had no one​ else to rely‍‍ on. And even​ if she was​ lying… the worst‍ that could happen‍⁠ was that I die.

Dying‍​ was scary, sure,‌⁠ but as long‌​⁠ as I had​‌ the diary, there‌‍ was nothing to‍ fear.

I followed Dayeon, who‍ was slowly moving‍‌⁠ away.

“You’re‌ slow.”

“I​‍⁠ move at my​ own pace.”

We‌‍⁠ reached the center​‌⁠ of the library.‌ Dayeon started rummaging​‍​ through some drawers.‍‍‍

“If‌​ you want to⁠ escape the school,‌ you need to​‍‌ solve the puzzles‍ hidden all over​ the place.”

“I⁠​⁠ already knew that.”⁠⁠

I remembered the places⁠⁠ I’d been so⁠⁠​ far. Except for‍ the bathroom, there‌ were puzzles in⁠‌ every corner of⁠‌⁠ the school.

“This‍⁠ library is no‌⁠‍ exception. It has​‍‌ one hidden too.”⁠

“Then⁠⁠ you must’ve solved⁠ it already, right?‍ You said you’ve​ been here ten⁠​​ years.”

Dayeon​‍ didn’t answer. She‍ only murmured quietly‌ with her emotionless⁠‍ face.

“…You’ll‌⁠​ see for yourself.”‌​‌

She⁠​ pulled a key‍⁠ from the drawer.⁠‍​ It was marked‌‌ with the number‍‌ 1.

“See?‍​‍ So you did‍ solve the puzzle.”​‍‍

“…”‌

Dayeon⁠ deliberately ignored my‍‍ comment. She seemed⁠‍⁠ uncomfortable, so I decided to drop‌⁠⁠ it.

“Follow⁠⁠ me. There’s another‌ place.”

Then​​ she headed toward‌⁠⁠ the bookshelf section.‌ The smell of‍ old books filled​‍‌ the air.

And‌‍​ the layout was​​​ tangled like a maze. Dayeon moved​‍‍ without hesitation, as‌ if she knew​‌ the path by‌ heart.

At‍⁠‌ the end of‍‌‌ the shelves, another‌​ key was hanging.​⁠‍

“Here.”‍‍

She⁠ handed me the‌‍‌ key she had⁠ just found. It‌ was marked with‌‌‍ the number 2.⁠

[You⁠‌‍ have obtained Key⁠​ No. 2.]

After‌‌ that, we left‌⁠ the section immediately.‍⁠‍ As we returned‌‌ to the library,⁠ Dayeon asked me‌​ a cryptic question.‍

“Do⁠​⁠ you know why‌​ I haven’t been⁠ able to leave​‍‍ this school in⁠‍ over ten years?”​⁠

“…No.​ What happened?”

Instead‌⁠ of answering, she‍ raised her hand⁠​⁠ and pointed at‌ something.

“The​‌ shelf?”

Where​ she pointed, there⁠‌ were two bookshelves‌‌‌ placed side by⁠‍​ side.

Dayeon‌ shuffled over and‌ placed a book⁠ into an empty‍ slot. Then—

Rumble…!​⁠‍

The‍‍ two bookshelves slid‌‍ apart, revealing a secret door.

Two⁠‌‌ hidden doors, side‍ by side. And‌ between them, a warning sign.

[When​​ both hearts beat​⁠​ as one, the‍⁠⁠ doors shall open.]​⁠

“I‌ haven’t been able‌​⁠ to solve this‍​ puzzle.”

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